ANGST1. Injury/illness - character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.2. Last moments - character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.3. Depression - character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.4. Betrayed - character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?5. Tortured - character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.6. Jealousy - character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?7. Breakup! - this relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.8. Broken - for whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.9. Fight - you can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.10. Lost - you lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.11. Worst Nightmare - whatever you fear is now reality -- or maybe you are trapped in a dream together. But it feels too real.12. Addicted - you're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.13. Hurt You - you're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or being cruel to them. But it's for their own good...14. Separation - you were forced to leave this person for their own safety and you really didn't mean to run into them again...15. Becoming a Monster - you are slowly changing, becoming a monster. Vampire, zombie, demon... something no one can help you with.16. Frozen - you are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.17. Prison - you were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in. Or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.18. Fear - you're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.19. Hated - you are now hated by the person you loved the most.20. Down and Out - you're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

FLUFF1. Cuddling - for whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.2. Pillow talk - after the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.3. Celebration - anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!4. Love Confession - someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!5. Appreciation - you feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.6. Apologies - you made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!7. Get Back Together - why did you break up again exactly? It was a mistake and you know you can work through it.8. Date Night - you've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.9. Family - you've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.10. Marriage - you're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Either way, marriage is on your mind!11. Meeting Again - it's time for that happy reunion finally!12. Love At First Sight - for whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.13. Flirtation - you can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.14. In the Snow - look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?15. Engagement - you've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.16. Friendly Games - you've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!17. Gift - time to give that special someone a gift just because.18. Recovery - you're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.19. Healing - time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.20. Better Than Ever - you've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

SEX1. First Time - it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!2. Bondage - you and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or something else that's handy.3. Rough/Aggressive - they want it rough. leave marks and do it hard.4. Romantic - slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.5. Dubcon - Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.6. In Public - characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.7. Roleplay - naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!8. Healing - you've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.9. Last Time - whether it's a break-up or a sacrifice, this is the last time you're going to get to do this.10. Unattached - you're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?11. Anonymous - you met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.12. Toys - you're eager to try something new, so why not toys?13. Aphrodisiacs - you've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.14. Show - you're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.15. Non-penetrative - frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.16. Controlled - you are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.17. Hatesex - it's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.18. Fantasy - this is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?19. Master/Servant - how can your servant tend to you today, Master? They'll fulfill your every order, wish and desire!20. Polyamorous - one or both of you is involved with someone else. but they won't mind... or is the scandal is part of the attraction?

ACTION1. Zombies - it's the zombie apocalypse! Lock and load.2. Bar Brawl - you had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.3. Chase - you're caught in a high speed chase! don't stop now!4. Interrogation - you're being interrogated for some offense you've done!5. Aliens! - aliens are attacking and you're not going to take it lying down.6. Sneaking In - you're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.7. Blue Wire - you're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.8. Fight for Honor - you've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honor.9. Showdown - time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.10. Apocalypse - the apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.11. Sabotage - it's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you.12. Big Damn Hero - you have to handle this one alone, which means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.13. Threaten - you've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.14. Gun Fight - you're caught in a massive shoot-out. bullets are flying all around you. what now?15. Fight with a Friend - whether it's sparring or circumstances forced you apart, you're fighting with a friend -- all out.16. Off to War - a war has begun, and your country needs you. It's time to go. How do you feel?17. Mercenary - you're here to collect a fighter-for-hire. It's supposed to be as easy as jingling a little coin, right?18. Natural Disaster - this is it: the big one. Are you prepared? It could get really messy in here...19. Incognito - you're escaping from trouble by trying to blend in with the crowd or wearing a disguise. Don't do anything to stand out!20. The Bond Villain - you've been left to die by some indirect, slow method. Time to get in gear and get out of there!

CRACK1. Genderswap - uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite gender!2. Forced Confessions - no matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!3. Mind-reading - you've suddenly got the ability to read minds!4. Animal Features - you're suddenly part animal!5. Awkward Pickup Lines - you're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!6. Back In School/Graduated - back to school! It's a traditional high school AU setting for you, or maybe you don't know how you got here.7. Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! - Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What now?8. Ghost - you're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?9. Awkward Conversations - so did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.10. Crossdressing - for whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite gender.11. Suddenly Naked - oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.12. Suddenly Tiny - you're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.13. Fortune Cookie - You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.14. Super Power - and suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.15. Face Off - somehow you've changed faces with the other person.16. Back in Time - you wound up in the past, or jumping through time, or playing out a scene from the past...17. To the Future -either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch.18. Angels, Mermaids, and Fairies! - you've been changed into a whimsical fantasy form -- or maybe it's an AU where you were always that way -- so enjoy it!19. Locked in a closet - for some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Is it a Trap? Or Seven Minutes in Heaven?20. Finger Trap - you're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! Now how do you get the darn thing off?

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The trouble with making certain magically inclined individuals angry on a regular basis was that sometimes they struck back with much prejudice. Only this time around he was being left to stew in how he really shouldn't talk smack about certain nobility figures. So here he was, swaddled in a blanket for decency but scowling with a face that almost was entirely too much like his former charge's.

Sighing, he approached Ireland from behind, reaching out to tug on her leg and scrunching together his most perfect wibble face. No one could refuse him when he made that face. And surely she'd help him get back to normal...

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It had been centuries since she'd felt tiny hands clench in her skirt, and for a split second she was convinced that she was only reliving an old memory, of blue, purple, and green eyes locked on her while her nephews and Northern Ireland followed her around like ducklings. But she knew better, and so she turned around, blinking a moment when she saw a teeny America.

She knelt down, automatically tugging the blanket closer around him, then brushed a hand through his hair. "Ah, me Aillil, what have you been doin' this time?"

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The way he was received as an adult and as a child were strikingly different and he suddenly missed being little and cute but not enough to give up his freedom and independence and all that stuff. Still, the direct attention made him smile despite himself. "What I do best."

Which was either a) being too loud, b) making England angry and others or c) a science experiment gone awry. He liked to dabble in science as much as England did alchemy-- two names for different bits of the same thing.

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She sighed and shook her head fondly, a faint smile touching her lips. "Aye, 'course you were and 'course I will." She tilted her head slightly, fighting the urge to just scoop him up and settle him on her hip.

"Can only be doin' it easily if 'twas magic though, fightin' with one of your science things goin' wrong 'tis a wee bit harder. So what 'xactly was happenin'?"

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More than readily he held his fingers up to his fine eyebrows, making a scowl face that was an impressive impersonation of the one who cursed him. Though there was an issue with this curse because it would be all too simple for America to make his way over to Ireland and request her help. It seems as though a quick fix might be worse than the curse itself.

"He says it's complicated," huffing, he folded his arms and pouted, hating how he sounded small when he was actually not small. Not at all. "Told me before I ran off." So now he rested his cheek against her because secretly he hoped Ireland had a trick up her sleeve to counteract...

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Ireland's smile disappeared at that, and she rolled her eyes. Goodness but her brother could be a petulant brat sometimes. And that just made it all the worse. "Honestly, Arthur," she muttered under her breath, running a hand through her own hair this time. "Wishin' 'twas Scotland you'd angered, 'tis easier for me to be breakin' his curses, our magic bein' so similar."

She smiled again though, when he leaned against her, placing her hand on his head. "Still, 'tis only difficult, nay impossible. Just needin' to be doin' some research and hope he wasnae stickin' a time limit on it. He might have been makin' it complicated, but I've two thousand years experience on him." She looked at him up and down. "Though first, should be findin' clothes what fittin' you, cannae be lettin' you stay in a blanket. Thinkin' I've some of North's old clothes still."

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"Scotland likes me," it was always nice to know, however, that someone out there had more skill with things like magic than England. With a soft huff he scooted back and tried to tie the ends of the blanket more securely around him so there wasn't any slippage. Not that he didn't mind showing off his body under normal circumstances but right now he was-- a pudgy toddler.

Any self-respecting grown nation wouldn't want to show off their vulnerability like that. So he nodded and then followed after Ireland, one hand grasping her clothing where he could reach so he at least... looked the part of a small, lost child.

That and Ireland smelled nice, like rain and grass and freshly tilled soil.

"Make sure they stretch. When I'm back to normal it's gonna be like the Incredible Hulk!"

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It was far too easy to fall back into the old habits, reaching down absently to rest her hand lightly on the back of his shoulders, slowing down her step so that his tiny legs could keep up. "Aye, 'course he does, mischievous lad."

First stop was her bedroom, where she dug around her closet (flinging a few things of yarn in the process) until she found a pair of shorts and a longer sleeved shirt. "Aye, here we are. Nay need to be worryin' 'bout the stretch, be puttin' you back in the blanket for puttin' you proper 'gain. Thinkin' though you'd be bein' more comfortable with clothes while I'm goin' through me books."

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Some of what she said was lost on him but he understood the genuine kindness behind it and the fact she was going to help. He couldn't help but giggle a little when he saw things get thrown around, taking a moment to peer under beds and covers and wonder, briefly, if something would peer back at him.

Obediently taking the clothing he set about dressing himself quickly, hopping on one leg while he pulled the pant leg of the other up. Then, once he was completely dressed, he followed after Ireland-- a bit like a lost puppy.

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Behind his back a leprechaun scurried away, Ireland glaring lightly at it before looking down at America. "Mm, aye, a few of them. Mainly 'tis just me own copies of old books long 'go gone." And well, the lost puppy look was just too much for her, so she bent down and scooped him up, perching him easily on her hip. "All of them written in me own hand though, none of this printin' press, bein' far too early for them." She tilted her head to the side, thinking a moment. "Pretty sure I've one or two in English so you can be lookin' 'long with me if you're wantin'."

Okay so her old English books would be full of misspellings and scratched out words and random Gaelic that slipped in because her mind forgot to translate and all of it in quill pen but he could still read it right? Of course he could.

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The scurrying leprechaun had him spooked because ghosts could be here and he was small and cute and they might want to gobble him up. So he eagerly reached up for the scooping and wrapped his arms around her side so that he could stay put. They wouldn't bug him if he was near her, right?

"Haha I like the printing press when I saw it. Handy for newspapers and stuff..." so used to reading typeface nowadays he got headaches reading handwritten works so... he might just skim through and look for interesting pictures. If there were any and if Ireland were of the skill to draw them.

Sticking his tongue out at the leprechaun he made a face at it. Sure, he might be magically cursed but he had someone who would look after him and keep the creepy crawlies away. But if Ireland looked he was the very visage of angelic-- didn't want to make the magical lady helping him angry and all.

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Ireland? Angry at one of her nephews? Only if he was forgetting Canada in the process.

She nuzzled the top of his head lightly as she pushed her library door open with her other hip. "Aye, supposin' 'tis handy for mass-production, but these were bein' written long 'fore we were havin' that and 'twas bein' the only way to be makin' more."

There weren't any ghosts in Ireland's house, just a couple of leprechauns, a púka, and a few redcaps. The last of which were hiding in a corner on the other side of the room from the books Ireland was needing. "Aye, so we're havin' a returnin' to childhood spell or a shrinkin' spell on our hands. Rememberin' how he was castin' it, by chance?"

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Canada was his twin brother, he shared a border with him. Of any nations, America couldn't forget Canada, so that would at least not be a problem. Having his hair nuzzled made him give a soft sound of contentment, grinning with teeth.

Holding on to help her carry him he peered around, unable to really spot the more obscure creatures (they weren't his spirits). But that didn't mean he wanted to be put down. It had been so long since he'd been held and he realized how much he missed it.

"Musta been a pain..." to have to spend all that time writing, hand cramps-- people must have had to develop really nice handwriting in order to be understood. "I think it's not a shrinking spell. I'm definitely a kid." peers up at her and scrunches his face in thought. "He mumbled. I didn't hear it before I was already surrounded in a pool of my uniform..."

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She shifted America in her arm, not putting him down any time soon. Of course this made getting any of her books out a bit difficult, so she waved a hand at the bookshelf, a couple of books floating out of their places. "Aye, supposin' 'twas, though we were havin' nay idea could have been bein' easier." One of the books floated down in front of America and the second settled in front of Ireland, opening on its own. "Aye, so we're havin' a verbal element, 'tis narrowin' it down. Be openin' that book and see if you can be findin' the section on removin' spoken curses?"

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It didn't matter if he watched her move when the books began to float out of the bookcase the only reasonable explanation for that sort of thing was ghosts to be carrying them out and he made a very undignified little squeak/moan/waugh before burying his face under her arm and into her side. And without keeping tabs on how strongly he was moving he might just topple her over.

"Nope! Nope, nope, nope!" He wasn't touching something floating that was being held by a ghost, that was just asking to get haunted and he seriously, seriously, seriously, didn't need that in his life right now.

"No, tell them to go away. Please? Pretty please? I'll do whatever you want just tell them to go away and leave me alone, waugh!"

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One of the lucky things of having so many nephews (and still carrying Northern Cyprus around sometimes) is that she's very used to sudden movements, so she compensates for it enough that she only sways a little instead of falling over.

Instantly her aunt instincts kicked in, twitching her head enough to send the books over to a desk before she pulled him close against her chest, making soothing noises the whole time, free hand brushing at his hair.

"Oh nay, me Aillil, 'twas only a spell, I'm promisin' you that, honest and true! Nay ghosts here, just some spells are nay needin' to be said. Like when I'm lightin' candles or the fireplace, rememberin'? Oh goodness, 'tis sorry I am!'

This really wasn't what she wanted to put the poor lad through; bad enough that England had to turn him into a wee one, did she really need to scare him in the process of helping him?

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Some old habits never went away, but this was also true of Ireland because she was doing a fantastic job of getting him to uncoil. After a few moments of eyes-shut-tight and pressed against her chest he peered up at her through his bangs and looked... just a little sheepish. He was supposed to be grown, but some things were never outgrown, it seemed.

Never one to be downtrodden for too long he couldn't help but wring out a small smile for her, leaning his head into her hand because it was nice to be held and petted. It had been a long time and maybe he didn't want to be turned back to nor--

No, he was a nation, it wouldn't do any good to sit back and be a kid again. Huffing out a breath he wrapped his arms around her as best he could and squeezed without applying more pressure than he realized was comfortable for others.

"I remember," and he did, it was vague and fuzzy but he remembered being amazed and how the display had lit the fireplace-- and disgruntled England-- but in the sort of way where he wasn't really annoyed. Squirming to slide down to the floor on his own two feet he looked around. "Do you need any heavy books lifted?"

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She managed to get a hug and a quick kiss to his temple in before he slipped out of her arms, and she tried to ignore the empty feeling it left in her heart. She did miss when her lads were small enough to carry close to her heart, but she was so proud of what they were now, especially her North American lads.

So she simply tucked away these memories in that empty space, smiling down at him. "Ah, let's be seein'..." She knelt down to check a lower shelf, small, thin fingers slowly trailing over spines. "Ah ha, here we're bein'!" She tugged a rather thick leather bound book partway out, letting it hang there. 'Thinkin' you can be liftin' this, lad?"

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Eager to help (over-eager, even) he nearly tripped over himself to get over there and smacked his hands on both sides and tugged, sliding the tome out with relative ease. Then, proud of himself, he looked at Ireland with a toothy grin, holding it out to her.

"I think I can probably lift you, too." She was rather slight, all of the Great Britain siblings had been. But the movement of such old tomes had stirred up plenty of dust and he happened to sneeze-- all over her and the book, unfortunately. And with his hands occupied, well... it wasn't pretty.

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Ireland knew he didn't mean to hurt, but it was just a reminder that she'd never really properly recovered from the Famine all those years ago. Still though, she smiled and ruffled America's hair. "Oh I'm nay thinkin' 'tis a terribly difficult thing to be doin', pickin' me up. Even Austria's doin' it easily 'nough, I'm certain."

And when he sneezed she only laughed softly, pulling a handkerchief out and wiping his nose for him. "I'm clearly needin' to be cleanin' better in here." And almost as if to emphasize this fact, Ireland herself went into a coughing fit as well.

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Covering his face with the clothes that he was wearing he hurried over to open a door or a vent or something but these old buildings didn't have those luxuries. The best thing to do was probably to stay put till the dust settled, or maybe Ireland could conjure up some wind to dispel it all. That'd be kind of cool to see, to be honest.

So there he stood at the doorway, waving a hand in front of his face and grinning. All this trouble just to get him back to normal. But otherwise his boss was going to probably be very very shocked. Flip his lid, maybe.

"Maybe we should take this back out of this room, huh? I'll carry it!" and with that he took off, the book resting on top of his head as he held it over in both hands.

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It took a few moments after America left for her to get her coughing under control enough to wave a hand and wish up a breeze. One of her redcaps wandered over while she was doing so, nudging at her other hand for pettings. She chuckled and scritched it under the chin (It wouldn't do to come out of the library with a bloody hand, it would probably send America back into another fit) as she stood, collecting the other two books easily.

"Aye, clearin' that out a bit. But 'till that's bein' done, let's be lookin' over these books. Thinkin' the one you're havin' 'tis in English as well, just be lettin' me know if 'tis anythin' you're havin' troubles readin', aye?"

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Even if he couldn't read the scribble scrabble and language set down in the book (sometimes he had trouble understanding Ireland, too) he would still try. Eagerly moving to a place to sit he finally chose a nicely lit spot, one with sunlight coming in and he flopped on his belly. Opening the book, unweildy for someone so small, he finally rested his chin in his palms and stuck his tongue out a little while in deep concentration.

Gradually he rolled over onto his back, then his side, and inevitably bumped into Ireland on purpose because she was nearby and warm and he liked her.

Maybe she was on to him when he grinned at her, shamelessly. "If I stay little forever what'll you do to England?"

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On his other side Ireland was thumbing through one of the other books, one that held the more secretive of information. Things that only herself and Northern Ireland knew, and America couldn't know unless he he joined the tradition. And that was something Ireland never expected and didn't bother to hope for. (Canada on the other hand...)

And she was indeed on to him, but didn't mind in the slightest. Why should she, when he was being so adorable about it? She reached out to ruffle his hair again, smiling down at him. "If you were stayin' a wee thing..." She hmmed, tilting her head to the side. "Be hexin' him in turn, maybe somethin' havin' to do with his tea or various bits of him. Maybe a forced truthfulness spell, he's knowin' better than to be castin' what cannae be undone."

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Even if he had no interest in the Fae or in mystical things that distanced him ever further from England he did lean up and peer over to see what she had in her hands. It was full of scribbles as far as he was conce--

Were his clothes tight or was it just him?

Wait a moment, he'd grown! Uh oh...

"...I need new clothes," it was blurted out hastily but he got up gingerly to try and avoid from ripping anything.

"ARGH! England's such a jerk why the hell-- am I growing up at an accellerated gradually?!"